From the juiced-box and the soundtrack: This Mortal Coil (w/ Elizabeth Fraser of The Cocteau Twins) - Song To The Siren [Tim Buckley cover]
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Ramblings: [i will not say Lovely Boner, i will not say Lovely Boner, i will not say...]
Final Proof: 3 Shots
You know how you drink with psychos? i mean, there are psychos and there are psychos. The first kind is no problem 'cause they come in sporting a suit of rotting fish, pick a fight right away and get thrown out faster than you can say "Is that a spoon in your hair or are you missing a shoe?" That's not the kind of psycho i'm talking about here. i'm talkin' about the kind of guy who looks cool and talks cool but every once in a long while he mutters a strange aside that makes you wonder. And the way he looks at you makes you wonder so you get tense and drink less than you wanted 'cause you feel like you gotta be on your guard at all times so this guy doesn't jab cocktail umbrellas into your eye sockets while you're scoping out the young talent surrounding you. He's a weird one all right. Off kilter enough like you're always looking at him through a half-empty bottle and just by existing makes you feel guilty for being human. Yeah, The Lovely Bones is kinda like that.
